He kept still, his head next to mine whispering how it was OK he wouldn’t hurt me and stuff like that, but I was petrified, nice girls didn’t do t...is. But he was much bigger than me and simply held me like that as I grew accustomed to the huge thing in my pussy.His soothing talk and slow movement soon aroused feelings down there that I couldn’t ignore and he slowly began fucking me properly, in and out. Oh fuck now I really was a slut, I was being fucked and enjoying it, not only that, it was. Once again used herlotions and creams, I loved the way they smelled and by the forth day ofgetting ready I had a wonderful little routine going. I had a fresh setof French tip press on nails, they made my hands look so feminine. Iwished I didn't have to take them off every evening. It wasn't longbefore I was completely padded and made up, full slip over my old ladycurves, my wig, the perfect copy of Katherine's graying hair on my headas I perused her closet. My hand ran down the hangers. There was something about the stranger, something intoxicating and arousing. She could stop looking at him, and he made no modest gesture at all. He began walking toward her, and she noticed how his large cock bounced against his thighs. She could swear she felt her pussy getting wet. He reached her and spoke, “I didn’t mean to startle you. I’m very sorry.” Then with out another word he grasped her cheeks in both his hands and kissed her passionately on her lips. His mouth was like the sweetest. And the man was getting bold, too. He was touching my wife's knees, her thighs, then he was between her legs, rubbing her cunt through the crotch of her jeans. The jealousy was a burning a hole in my stomach and my cock was an iron rod in my pants, aching to be released. Only I should be touching Erin there. She was my wife. We swore vows to be always faithful and she was happily breaking those vows with some guy she just met at a bar. The hussy. My beautiful, loving hussy. The man leaned over,.